It doesn't really ever go away.
I sleeplessly say.
It must lay upon each eye lid.
Sending drowsy glances to a pictured wall.
They slide shut next to one another
Down my cheeks I try to peek
One DREARY DROWSY DOZING BLINK at a time
Can't seem to ever really sleep.
See here DUSK has beget a marvelous SUNSET.
YET can't keep pace.
The sleep race.
The sleep PHANTOM without its face.
Day by day I ache to view a sympathetic
SUNRISE.
Lastly
Maybe
If at all
The sun would bow it's radial head and I
Would have a restful sleep.
Yet I pace and pace and pace.
In this Lonely insane insomniacs RACE.
Without a wink a blink to keep.
Must find sleep.
Estranged alone.
Maybe stretching out minutes in an
UNFAMILIAR time zone.
Groaning. Sleep without its home and
GONE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem